"Tell me somethin' I don't know," Eliot moaned as he stopped his nipping to simply rest his head against Dean's shoulder. For a moment he just allowed himself to feel what the other man was doing to him, the hand on his cock, the other grabbing his ass and pulling him down. He was convinced that Dean was trying to drive him crazy in revenge for what he did to the hunter.

When he moved again, he shifted and started sucking at Dean's neck as if he was intent to leave his own hickie. His hand ventured lower until it was maneuvering open Dean's jeans as well and slipping in to wiggle his package out. The sensitive shaft was rubbed at with the heel of his palm.

"Fuck Dean," he murmured down by the hunter's ear, "You sure you don't wanna get fucked? Feel my cock slide in you?"